Friday, July 31, 2009

Vacuum-packed.

What would it be like?

To swallow a vacuum packing machine. Would it suck up your insides and leave your feeling sick and hollow but yet robbed of substance to puke? If you stuck a vacuum nozzle down your throat, would you be robbed of air? Would you feel as if your insides are falling out and you're just getting all twisted, inside-out?

Would it feel like this?

Saturday, July 25, 2009

Déjà vu.

I've drowned before.

It was in a 1.8metre pool and I was eleven years old. Ke Qun assumed I could swim and dragged me into the deepest end, tugging onto my leg really hard. I held on to my sister for dear life but she screamed and said to let go, I was dragging her down. And so I did. And the sensation's impossible, so impossible to forget...

The water's so high and I cant breathe. I'm kicking and kicking and flapping my arms, trying to thread the water. As I hit the bottom of the pool, I kick again to get to the surface but I just cant breathe in enough. Water keeps flowing into my mouth and nose and I'm choking, suffocating. And at that moment, I just thought to myself, I'm going to die.

It felt like forever.

Sunday, July 19, 2009

Rope burns.

They can really really sting.

They dont hurt like normal burns, no. Not like the burns you get from touching a hot kettle... The last time I got them was years back. When Snowy ran after someone and I got too shocked to think, I held onto the thick nylon leash too hard and too long and it burned through my skin.

Goodnight.

Saturday, July 18, 2009

All I ask for.

Shelter by Corrinne May




What's wrong what's getting you down?
Is it something I might have said?
You're walking around with your head to the ground
And your eyes a watery red

I know you've been through tought times
Kicked around thrown to the ground
But you've always been the strong one
So don't tell me that nobody gets you
'Cause I'm standing in your corner
Knocking at your door
You don't have to be alone

Just call my name, let me be an answer
'Cause it hurts me to see you this way
I wanna ease your pain, help me understand
Let me be your shelter, my friend

We share a bond, you and I, we belong
We're like coffee and morning treats
You strip my defences, I catch your pretenses
The same blood runs through our veins

I swore I'll be your lifeline, made a vow
That I'd surround you with love at every milestone
I'll listen when nobody gets you
I'm standing in your corner
Waiting by your door
You don't have to be alone

Just call my name, let me be an answer
'Cause it hurts me to see you this way
I wanna easy your pain, let me understand
Let me be your shelter, my friend

It was not too long ago
You sought to understand
You helped me mend
Remember when
So, promise me

You'll call my name, let me be an answer
'Cause it hurts to see you this way
I wanna ease your pain, let me understand
Let me be your shelter, my friend

Not so good with words.

Not something I wanted.

Not that same fuzzy feeling in your tummy when you think of something nice that makes you happy. Not the little bit of nervousness that makes your tummy flutter. Not anything normal or nice; it keeps flipping and flipping and, finally now, it feels like a hollow vacuum, sucking everything in. I'm sorry.

I think I might be eaten up. By myself.

Sunday, July 12, 2009

Wow.

Just a few places in Mind.



La Digue Island's Anse Marron beach.



La Digue's one of the Seychelles Islands. Grand Anse beach.



And Machu Picchu, situated on the mountain ridge off the Urabamba Valley of Peru.



The Lost City Of The Incas.

Fly me away.

Sunday, July 5, 2009

Always will be your's.

He types as he listens You'll always be my baby...

They say that nothing lasts. And I agree, because friends come and go and lovers fade and disappear. And that's when I realise how very different you are. Sure, nothing lasts, and I won't beg to differ because nothing could be put more accurately than that. And, I know, that this feeling will never last. It won't stay the same.

Because it keeps growing stronger, everyday.

Worth remembering.

You never know what's comin' for ya.

And I'm just sitting there, on that yellow leather couch of mine, eyes fixed on Brad Pitt and suddenly, I don't feel quite at home anymore. The leather seat feels different and the warm air begins to turn cold. The bright lights almost seemed to dim to near darkness and then, just for a moment, I feel your arms, snug around me. Just for a moment.

The Curious Case Of Benjamin Button.